The ink blob approached with sluggish steps. The fellow toon had his usual friendly expression on his goopy face. Yet, once close enough, he mimed walking into an invisible wall. Blot held his head, caressing it to soothe perceived soreness as if he legitimately ran into the unseen barrier.

"...wO" The toon mumbled while he massaged the make-believe bruise; it was all in jest. He looked up at the other, dropping the act with a cheerful wave and greeting. "?secnamrofrep ym fo eno ees ot ekil uoy dluoW !iH" Unlike other toons, Blot speaks in reverse.